forgiven raze i remember the first time douglas came over to the house. i can still see him sitting on our front porch. detonating an f_bomb. a piece of some song i never heard anyone else sing. maybe he wrote it himself. smirking because he knows my little sister's never heard that word before. ten years old if he's a day. she tells me he's dead now. i'm not surprised. i ask what happened. she says she can't remember. she says something else. something she doesn't want me to hear. it's right on the edge of being understood. i can't grab onto it. she seems edgy. her eyes everywhere but on me. we drive. headlights carving up the dark. seconds after i see "4GIVE" on a license plate, she makes a ramp out of a guard rail and sends us both hurtling into a dense thicket of broken dreams. she locks the doors so i can't save myself, turns to face me, and smiles. 230510 what's it to you? who go blather from